Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 6

She stands up and reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. The position is pushing her breasts out, and they didn’t need it. Her young breasts are firm, full, and perky, the sort of thing that you find in a centerfold. Her buttons are straining to contain her breasts, and I can see some hints of smooth, golden brown skin.

She’s wearing a tiny black lace thong that barely covers anything. She’s standing there, her face flushed, uncertain of what’s going to happen next. Her skirt is on the ground.

“I can’t touch you, Camilla. I can’t do it while you’re on the payroll.”

“Then why is my skirt off?” She blinks at me, a hint of fear in her brown eyes.

“Because you’re going to touch yourself, Camilla.”

She gasps a little, her eyes getting big. “But I…I’ve never…”

“You’ve never masturbated in front of anyone else before?”

She nods.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she whispers.

Nineteen. So young. I have no business doing this with a girl that young.

But there’s a devil inside me that says, “Put your hand in the front of your panties.”

I watch as her hand settles on the front of the sweet junction of her thighs.

“Now rub your clit until you come.”

“Standing?”